Feng wrote:The Chibi winced as the Ganguro's box cutter ripped the log to splinters. Not Good!
And now the crazy bimbo was barreling at him with the ferocity of a bullet train, with him pinned in place by the feline's attack. NOT GOOD!
And yet an idea was formulating. If the gunk could pin him to the roof.... Maybe it could do the same to her? It was possible. The woman was utilizing attacks based off two certain color energies, neither of which were famous for bestowing a rational mind. Indeed, her attacks were highly erratic, substituting accuracy for wanton aggression.
'The ideal opponent was an angry one' echoed the voice of Professor Kiwi in his head. Furthermore, his body was a smaller target than what he hoped his opponent was used to.
‘…. Here goes nothing…’ he muttered as he attempted to wiggle and squeeze his tiny form to the left of the incoming heels.
AmbushCat wrote:*The quagmire he's in is rather thick, but he should be able to evade the incoming attack with enough effort.*
The ganguro cackles as she streaks through the air, homing in on the Chibi. She kicks! But his wriggling gets him just clear, and she too is now entangled in the goop. Her momentum carries them over the dojo walls, and bouncing down the hill, gathering up dirt the whole way.
"Oof! Ow! OW!" she yelps with each impact, before the two impact at the bottom of the stairs, just outside Muffinville. "Nice going, dingus!"
Feng wrote:The Old Chibi raised an eyebrow.
“For someone boasting mastery of discernment, you were quite hasty to assume that fellow was my disciple.” He gestured up to the chibi on the roof. He nodded approvingly at the boy’s use of the ninja log. For one of Bones’ rookies, the boy showed promise. Such a pity he would likely not leave this place.
“Do we all look alike to you, perhaps?” ‘,:|
Ling might observe that her opponent had dropped the ‘crazy coot’ mannerisms; his tone was dry and dour.
He folded his arms as he studied his opponent’s aura. Just his luck. He had served the Black Temple faithfully for decades. He had survived the horrors of the shadow war between the Penguin and Puffin. He had dealt with the rogue Chibiwanbanshu agents who had defected to Bones’ cause. He was even there to witness the Black Temple’s secret weapon escape; he barely escaped oblivion by the skin of his teeth.
Yet now the Smoking One had rewarded his faithful servant by sending him against this Tall One. He did not care to be here, personally. He cared little for the surface. Yet the woman standing before him had just threatened the destruction of his school thanks to her hasty generalizations.
A comeuppance was due!
He bowed to Ling, (it was good manners) and assumed the ready stance.
“I am Master Waffle Iron, representative of the Chibiwanbanshu. Accept this friendly match as a gift from Smoking Toaster.”
"What am I to think? Two of among the most secretive peoples in Muffinville show up on the same day, and I am to assume it is not related?" Ling says, before shaking her head. "No, never mind. We talk through our fists now."
In an instant, she has crossed the distance between she and Master Waffle, leaving a trail of multicolored afterimages behind her.
"Ominous Void Style: Teardrop in the Dark," she intones softly, before raising a leg and bringing it down at the Chibi, heel first!
AmbushCat wrote:Joni: Well, um... here's the thing. You likely know this already, but recently I've been studying martial arts under Master Ling back there. The way she described it, all of us---you six and myself---are seven parts of a whole.
*a little bit nervous* I guess what I'm asking is, would you be willing to lend me your abilities in the future? I hope I said that right...
The elf glowers at the maid, cheeks puffing a little. "That's all you have to say? No 'Hello Jill, how are you? What are your dreams? How would you live life if you were in charge?' Just asking for help so you don't have to fall over yourself every second of the day?!"
She grabs one of those cushions and suddenly lets it fly! It's a warning shot, skimming Joni's shoulder as it flies into the treeline. "If you come here with that attitude, you can forget it!"
Knight Errant wrote:She grumbles... "It rude to ask Oni's true name..." She answers sulkily. Following the new splinter of Ling... wobbling in her high heels. Her walk, her talk, her posture... its all rough. If Ling intends to make a lady out of her, it would take some work.
Ling sighs as she watches the Princess stomp as if she weighted several hundred pounds more than she did.
"Oh, this won't do... here, like this," she says, before displaying how to walk properly. Heel first to hit the ground, then toe. One foot in front of the other, keeping shoulders straight and head looking forward.
"All styles start with being able to stand and move correctly. You're not an elephant, so don't try to move like one."She also tuts at that huffy comment, and reaches out to pinch the princess' cheek.
"Perhaps not, but you are no oni anymore. You are my student, and I need something to call you. So if you do not pick something, I will. And it will be the most humiliating, effeminate name I can conceive. Would you prefer 'Princess Lunarsnow?' How about 'Lady Softsping?' Oh, or 'Dame Silvertrot?'"Whatevr89532 wrote:"Alright..." Jade attempts the poses. On the first one it becomes clear her balance isn't bad at all, for all the talk of being clumsy; her tail serves the purpose it should in making standing on one leg fairly easy. It doesn't seem like she has trouble doing any of them, and her imitation of the positions is basically perfect, but just something...about the way she looks while doing them...more red-like-ness again.
Ling can't help but smile as Jade goes through the exercises. Once or twice, she even has to stifle an 'aww!'
"I don't think I'm ever going to make a fierce warrior out of you, but a technically proficient one is well within reach. You have good balance and poise, at least. Are you sure you're not interested in learning Budding Cherry Style? You certainly have the looks to take advantage of its more... psychological techniques. Not to mention, it always pays to have a second fallback."Whatevr89532 wrote:"Ah, well, I shouldn't need these here." He gets the sheathed swords off of him right away and then gently offers them hilt-first, one at a time. A visitor has a sense of manners, for once! "I'm not after a challenge unless it's the only option available. A friend of mine told me of a martial arts style based on the colors, and I wondered if I could compare notes with someone on the Crimson portion of it. I'm the...new...?" He pauses, as if uncertain whether that's the right word for it. "Well, I'm the avatar of that color, anyway. Ahh, name's Fox."
The dancer accepts the blade and puts them in a little adjacent storeroom as the schoolgirl explains. "Oh, not at all! The Master always welcomes new students, or those willing to pool their knowledge to further our styles. A visit from an Avatar will be most appreciated! She's in the middle of a fight right now, but if you can find another version of here, someone will be able to help you."